Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

This time, she clenched her teeth and resolutely stopped barking.

It's true. She's not laughing. Wrong. She's not barking. What kind of taro is it?

..

The pain from the clavicle pulled Zijun's reason, which was torn apart by questions, back like a rocket. When the pain came from her shoulder, she immediately realized that she was very bad now.

If Tong Zhenyu is allowed to continue, she is estimated to be done on the spot by him tonight.

Although she and he had already happened that kind of thing, it happened without her knowledge.

Now, she was clear and clear, and her heart was terrified for no reason. In particular, it was still on the sofa in the living room.

I don't know why, for that kind of thing, she was still ignorant. Although Tong Zhenyu clearly told her that she stood face to face by the sofa. Zijun's clothes were wrinkled, so she quickly pulled off her generous T-shirt.

She stepped back a little, backhanded to her back, and went into her big T-shirt, trying to fasten the little cute hook inside as fast as possible.

But she hasn't had time to buckle it. Tong Zhenyu has quickly caught up with her and pushed her directly onto the wall. Her dark and deep eyes stare at her.

Zijun's back was close to the wall, and his two slender legs trembled involuntarily. Their posture at this time was particularly ambiguous.

She was in rags and looked embarrassed, while he was well dressed and calm.

In terms of momentum, she has lost a lot. At this time, she is completely like a little white rabbit in the hands of the big gray wolf. She may be swallowed by the big gray wolf at any time.

She can't be a little white rabbit, let alone a little white rabbit that will be torn and swallowed by him at this time.

So, she instinctively struggled, regardless of the injury on her palm, so she pushed away the body that had been standing against her.

"Don't move," his voice was low and hoarse. "Don't move if you don't want to be eaten by me now."

Zijun was frightened by his serious look. He really didn't dare to move any more. The hand that originally rejected his body also retracted and looked at him straight.

"Good, just be obedient," Tong Zhenyu gently pinched her cheek and stared at her face, as if something on her cheek attracted him.

The slightly thick finger belly swam gently on her cheek, with man's unique strength and temperature, which made Zijun's body tremble slightly, and a surge of fear and uneasiness rushed into his heart.

Tong Zhenyu had a faint smell of pine wood, and Zi Jun had never used perfume before, so she did not know whether the smell of his body was perfume from a big brand abroad.

But she is definitely not the taste of Cologne, because Lin Chengfei has been using Cologne since becoming the director of the design department, so she is still very familiar with the taste of Cologne.

The taste of Tong Zhenyu is very close to his temperament. His hand has been slowly groping on her cheek. His dark and deep eyes are like the water in an ancient well.

Why does Tong Zhenyu look at her so carefully? Is there anything dirty on her face?

At this time, Tong Zhenyu's eyes on Zijun's face are not the animal nature before, but with tenderness and affection. Such eyes are like a well, which makes people fall into it unconsciously.

Suddenly, Zhang Zijun had an illusion. At this moment, she was like the person he cared about most. His eyes were obviously burning and caring!

He loves her! And love!

This is Zijun's conclusion in an instant!

However, it was impossible. She denied her feeling the next second!

How long did she and Tong Zhenyu know each other? And she